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bisexualcroissant · 4 months ago

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thinking about jeremy hitting rock bottom his freshman year, losing so much in one disastrous night, the repercussions of which would continue to haunt him for years. thinking about jeremy spiralling so bad cody said they “really thought we were going to lose him for a while there.” cat saying the right therapist can be “life changing”, using jeremy as an example. thinking about how bad jeremy’s crash out must have been, understandably; thinking about his family continuing to blame him for noah’s death—from the coldness of annalise, to the outright antagonism of bryson, to joshua ignoring him for years. the wilshires doing everything in their power to cover up what happened at the banquet rather than lending an ounce of support to a boy who had lost his brother in terrible circumstances, because jeremy was there, because it was so much easier to blame him for all of it. coldblooded, if you ask me. jeremy needed help, not damage control.

thinking about jeremy having probably the worst year of his life, having the opposite of emotional support from his family, and still somehow coming out of it a better person. thinking of all the work he put in to be better and succeeding—i’d rather die than ever be that person again. believe me. despite the hostility of his family system, despite being blamed for the fallout, despite the guilt and heartbreak that “nearly destroyed him”. still jeremy managed to build a new life for himself out of the wreckage, going so far as to be captain of the trojans, with a team who respect and admire him. still he managed to come out of it with such a capacity for kindness and goodness and lifting the people around him up.

thinking about jeremy continuing to be the human embodiment of sunshine despite living in such a cold home that was never forgiving or warm to him. jeremy knox, you will always be loved by me.

#jeremy knox #the golden raven #the golden raven spoilers #aftg #i have so much to say about this boy. like on the one hand his family's connections def helped & he was protected in many ways #yet at the same time any support in the EMOTIONAL sense which he really would have needed was so deeply lacking #like it wasn't even a neutral thing where they were just neglectful & all obviously grieving. no – they all actively blamed him & still do #and instead of offering any support whatsoever jeremy was sent off to rehab to grieve and get through it by himself #and you can see how he still blames himself for it. he's still doing everything to help his family #while they treat him like a waste of space & yeah it makes so sad and frustrated!!!! but yeah.#cody's line talking to jean stopped me cold like FUCK. i can't even imagine how bad it must've been to warrant that comment #anyway…jeremy knox i love u.#all for the game #tgr spoilers #tgr

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katsukilvr · 7 days ago

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SUPPORT DEPARMENT!READER x KATSUKI BAKUGOU ༄ cw for the story: angst, situationship, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, bakugo is a bitch and needs a hug, so does reader, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, cussing. A/N: this chapter is mainly exposition, sorry! i will get into their dynamic in the next part <3 enjoy!

just like everyone else, you grew up fantasizing to be a hero one day. you watched all might all day and night on tv, admired local heroes in front of you, even joined a couple forums online that were all about heroes.

you dreamed of being one, of going to UA, working alongside teens across the country that have the same goals and aspirations as you was intoxicating to think about.

soon enough, your quirk developed, you had your dads quirk, you could take away heat from the air around you and channel it into the tips of your fingers. it wasn’t flashy, it wasn’t big, but you felt like if you trained hard enough, you could make it to the hero course.

your parents had split when you were young, and you were on good terms with both of them so the summer you had developed your quirk, you visited your dad for 2 months.

he was a mechanic, and he lived out in the outskirts of the city, and he was very.. rugged.

you learned quickly that slacking off was not allowed at your dads house. you weren’t allowed to sleep in, you had to wake up before the sun and help him work on cars but soon you got a taste for it. you had grown a love for cars, engineering, welding, etc.

by the end of summer, you were getting up on your own, enjoying seeing the sunrise as you guys went to the junkyard, coming out covered in grime and sweat, grabbing scraps for your new love of inventions.

of course you still were aspiring to be a hero, but you also really loved inventing new things, so you didn’t know what path to choose and your quirk was perfect for welding.

so you talked to the counselor at your middle school, wondering what career paths you could choose that would involve both saving lives and heroes and engineering.

“have you heard of the support department?”

support department?

you searched it up online,

“Students in this department focus on developing support equipment that help heroes out on the battlefield. With a workspace stocked to the brim with all sorts of special tools, the department provides an unmatched creative environment.”

you smiled at what your screen displayed.

it was perfect, so your new dream was to enroll into UA, join the support department, and open your own agency that’d help heroes build the equipment of their dreams that help them fight crime.

so that’s what you studied. you were in your first year of junior school (7th grade) when you realized this, so the next two summers you went back to your dad’s to work on cars and inventions, but during the school year, you trained. you trained really fucking hard. you did not play about getting into UA and chasing your dreams. if you only lived once, you were gonna live it right.

so you changed your schedule, mirroring the one you had during summer. you’d wake up every morning, go to the nearest junk yard which was a mile away from your house. you brought your wagon, and lugged scrap after scrap into it, dragging it back home.

your mom had made your own personal workshop in the basement, knowing how much it was your passion. you’d spend hours on hours down there, and not to toot your own horn but you were insane at engineering. if you could think it, you could build it.

your creativity was through the roof, you started taking commissions and fixing up cars by yourself, earning a bit of money to buy yourself an at home gym to train even more.

before you knew it, it was time for ‘entrance exams’, except for you, for support department students, you had to submit an invention, an original piece that was unique to you, easy to use, but difficult to make.

you spent months on your invention, your admissions essay, and your recommendations. you were overachieving, but you didn’t care.

when you got the letter in the mail, your heart thumped and thumped, your hands started to shake, barely seeing where the letter was sent from, all you could see was the UA stamp.

“mom! mom! it’s the letter!” you called out, setting it on the dining table as you saw your mom excitedly rush out of the bathroom, half her hair in hair rollers. she knew how hard you worked and she was proud of you if you got in or not.

“what are you doing? open it up!” she said, smiling ear to ear. you could swear she was more excited than you.

you picked up the letter, opening up the envelope and taking it out when a little button looking thing dropped out. you furrowed your brows, moving to pick it up before a hologram flickered on. you and your mom were both stunned, taking a step back before getting met with the face of all might, your childhood hero and inspiration, welcoming you to UA, and to their support department.

once the words reached your ears, you and your mom jumped around, hugging each other, beaming from ear to ear. you got in! you were gonna be the best of the best, and you weren’t going to let anyone get in your way.

you then read the letter in the envelope. you got a full ride scholarship off your inventions and recommendations alone. you felt like you could cry, and you did. happy tears streamed down your face. all this hard work? absolutely worth it, and you weren’t gonna slack off just because you got in.

further down the letter, it said they were going to be enforcing dorms earlier than usual. something about teaching future heroes about responsibility before becoming an adult, blah blah blah.. all you could think about was how you got in all by yourself, you won, and getting into UA will go amazing on your resumes and help you open your own support agency in the future.

this was your first step to your dream.

in the months before moving into the school, you obviously kept up your practice, but allowed yourself to relax a bit, you no longer had the anxiety and weight on your shoulders of trying to enroll, so instead of 5AM, you woke up at 7AM instead. you let yourself hang out with friends more, go out more, and spend some of that cash that had piled up through commissions and a job that you had taken up at a local coffee shop as a barista when you thought you had to pay for UA on your own. doing this, you learned about the world outside of your basement or the junkyard, and grew an appreciation for clothes and shopping.

the day to move in crept closer and closer, you started packing your clothes, using 2 suitcases. i mean you were gonna be there for a year, and obviously you were gonna visit home, but you didn’t wanna travel back and forth for clothes. you packed up everything you could, and used moving trucks to deliver furniture once the day did roll around.

walking up to the dorm building was scary. a chill ran down your spine as you stared at the huge building that was shaped like a U. it was smaller than the school, obviously, but still big. general, hero, support, and management students were all mixed into 2 buildings. the school didn’t want to separate students, it saved money and was under the guise that it’d help you make friends with whoever, despite was class you got into.

what they didn’t state was the hidden hierarchy inside the buildings. after a month, you soon learned that some hero students looked down at the rest, most general students looked down at support department students, and management was a weird mix of egotistical assholes and shy people who knew that they were in the ‘lowest’ class. lowest meaning easiest to get into, which wasn’t really true. you felt like you could’ve easily gotten into the general course, but whatever. you didn’t care about that.

back to the dorms, other people were passing you by when someone bumped into your shoulder. it was a tall guy, muscular, and weird blonde spiky hair.

“watch it, extra.” the stranger growled at you.

you were taken aback, annoyed at the audacity. “you bumped into me, weirdo.” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

you thought this was a well-mannered school, guess not. you brushed it off though, lugging your suitcases into the building. you were met with a big common area, there was even a small kitchen with a cafeteria. you smiled, it was modern, fancy, nothing like anything you’ve seen before.

you rolled into the elevator, going to the second highest level, where your dorm was.

you were nervous. still. you didn’t know who you would meet, if you would make friends, if people would like you.. but all you needed to focus on was unpacking.

ding.

the elevator doors opened, and you walked out, strolling down the long hallway until you got to the end. your room was at the very end, it had more open windows, letting a LOT of natural light in. you knew you had to get curtains though, since the windows were so big. you walked in and gasped. your very own living space. obviously you’d have to decorate and make it home, but all in due time.

you walked in, closing the door behind you, looking at your view. you could see the city from here, which wasn’t a huge drive, 10 minutes, 20 maybe if the traffic is bad, which it usually is.

on your other window was pure forest, you could see beautiful mountains. it was stunning, breath-taking view.

you put on some calm music and unpacked, humming to yourself and you hung your clothes, folded pants, ironed your uniforms, and placed your usual tools and books you brought in the shelves and drawers that the school had provided.

you were exhausted by the end of the day, you watched the sunset dip under the mountains and you closed the curtains you had installed earlier as you changed and got into bed and slept for a couple hours before waking up in the middle of the night.

thump. thump. thump.

were those.. drums? music? who the hell was playing such a loud instrument so late at night?

you needed your sleep. you could not be tired on your first day so you got up and out of your dorm, stepping down the hallway a bit. the noise was coming from your neighbor. seriously? am i gonna have to deal with this for 3 years? you thought as you knocked politely on their door.

no answer.

you knocked louder.

no answer, and you could hear their music getting louder, almost as if they were trying to tune out the knocking.

you started to bang on their door before you heard the music stop and angry stomps to the door before it swung open.

a handsome face met you, but it was tainted with a scowl, a disgusted and annoyed look.

wait a minute.. you recognized that ugly hair. it was the same dude that bumped into you earlier. a flicker of recognition flashed on your face before you furrowed your brows.

“the hell do you want?” he growled down at you.

“mind turning down your music? to 0, maybe?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at his audacity (again.).

“mind getting some earplugs, bitch?”

you gasped, shocked a bit.

“some people are trying to get their beauty sleep.”

“yeah, you look like you really need it.” he chuckled in your face, his eyes roaming your disheveled form.

you groaned, “if anyone needs it, it’s you.”

“yeah? well go fuck yourself.” he said before slamming the door in your face. you groaned harder, shuffling back to your room and slamming the door shut as well. you got into bed, trying to cover your ears with pillows to block out the obnoxious drums from next door.

you eventually willed yourself to go to sleep.

maybe tomorrow will be better?

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wttcsms · 1 year ago

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tobio knows that he loves you, that he's devoted to you, that he'd do anything for you — you know this. but what you don't know, not yet, is that he realizes, only three months into dating, that he's going to marry you. growing up, after his grandfather passed and miwa got too busy to attend his games, no one showed up for him to watch him play. even well into adulthood, there's no family present in the friends & family section all professional athletes are assigned. you two are long-distance for the time being, and you tell him, teary-eyed, that your flight got canceled at the last minute and you can't show up to his game. he walks into the stadium frowning, upset and not speaking to anyone during his warm-ups. his other teammates' families are entering, and he can see them waving at their loved ones. he's focused on himself until he hears a voice shouting from above:

"play well, tobio!!!" you're wearing his jersey, holding up a poster of support, the only one in his otherwise empty friends & family section.

he can't stop the smile from stretching across his face, and play well he does.

it turns out, after your original flight got canceled, you managed to find a last-minute flight leaving in less than two hours after your disappointing phone call with him. you rushed to the airport, had to have two shitty layovers, and barely got any sleep, but you showed up. he tells you, you didn't have to do all of that. and his heart nearly explodes when you just squeeze his hand and give a gentle hum before telling him, yeah, but i wanted to.

#tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama x reader #hq fluff #drabble #haikyuu x reader #HELLO IT'S ABT SHOWING UP #imagine how excited kags would be to be a father and to look up in his support section #and see u and his baby 🥹 cheering him on

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prettygirl-gabi · 18 days ago

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Cravings, Cramps, and Consequences

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball/ WNBA-Dallas Wings

Warnings: Period-related content, smut (pazzi), dominance/teasing dynamic, mood swings, voyeurism, soft aftercare

Summary:period mood swings leads to Paige and Azzi putting you in your place….

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I woke up already pissed off.

My stomach was cramping like my uterus was reenacting Gladiator, and the heating pad had gone cold sometime in the night.

I was sticky, sore, and emotional for no clear reason other than hormones.

I hated everything — the blanket tangled around my legs, the faint sunlight slipping through the curtains, the way my own name sounded when Paige gently whispered it in the morning.

“Hey, baby,” she murmured, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck full of razors,” I grumbled, rolling away from her mouth. “And you smell like strawberries. It’s annoying.”

She blinked, surprised. “Uh… okay. I can brush my teeth?”

“Whatever,” I muttered, already regretting my tone but too grumpy to fix it.

Azzi peeked her head in a second later. “We’re making breakfast. You want pancakes or eggs?”

“Do I look like someone who wants to make decisions?” I snapped from under the blanket.

There was a pause. “Noted,” Azzi said calmly. “We’ll surprise you.”

When I finally dragged myself out of bed — 30 minutes, two cramps, and one angry trip to the bathroom later — I found them both at the kitchen counter, working in tandem like domestic goddesses.

Paige had flour on her cheek.

Azzi was cutting strawberries.

The audacity of them looking that peaceful made my eye twitch.

“Is there caffeine?” I asked, standing like a gremlin in the doorway.

Paige held up a mug gently. “Chai. Less harsh on your stomach—”

“I didn’t ask for a lecture,” I said, grabbing it anyway and taking a sip. It was perfect, of course, which somehow annoyed me more.

“Do you wanna eat in bed or—”

“I’ll sit. I’m not broken.”

“Didn’t say you were,” Azzi said, not looking up.

Paige slid a plate toward me. “We put extra syrup since you like—”

“Why is the butter cold?” I interrupted. “It’s not gonna spread.”

That time, neither of them answered. Just exchanged one of those subtle, silent looks — the ones that made me feel simultaneously guilty and defensive.

I knew I was being awful. I knew it. But I couldn’t stop it. Everything in me felt too tight, too raw. Even when Paige offered, “Wanna sit in my lap? I’ll rub your back,” I looked at her like she’d grown two heads.

“I’m not a toddler, Paige.”

Azzi snorted into her juice. Paige gave her a look, then turned back to me with annoying patience.

“Okay. So… no cuddles.”

“No. And don’t ask again.”

After breakfast, they tried again — gently, carefully, like I was a wild animal they didn’t want to spook.

“Wanna lie down for a bit?” Azzi asked as we settled onto the couch. “We could nap together.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not five. I don’t need a nap.”

“I meant more like—never mind,” she said, rubbing her temple.

Paige reached for the remote. “Maybe a movie? Something chill?”

I exhaled loudly, curling into a ball with my heating pad. “I don’t care. Pick whatever.”

There was a long beat of silence.

That was the moment I realized I had crossed the line from moody to spicy. Paige and Azzi didn’t argue. They didn’t snap. They just looked at each other with that subtle shared energy that said, Alright. Bet.

“You’ve been spicy all day,” Paige said lightly, plopping beside me on the couch.

“I’m bleeding. What’s your excuse?” I deadpanned.

Azzi laughed under her breath from the other side of the room. “Damn.”

“Okay,” Paige said, raising her brows. “Noted.”

I looked at her from the corner of my eye. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” she said slowly, “we love you… but you’ve been on one since like 9 a.m., and it might be time for some consequences.”

I blinked. “Consequences? What are you gonna do, ground me?”

Azzi wandered over, her hoodie sleeves pushed up, looking deceptively casual. But the glint in her eyes said otherwise.

Azzi dropped a kiss to the top of my head, voice deceptively sweet.

“No,” she said, “we’re just gonna give you a little reminder.”

Before I could even register what that meant, Paige was tugging gently at my wrist.

“Up,” she said, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes — not in a mean way, more like a warning cloaked in affection. “Let’s go.”

“What—where?”

Neither of them answered directly. Azzi just took the mug out of my hand and Paige was already guiding me toward the bedroom with calm insistence. When I stopped in the doorway, blinking in confusion, Azzi nodded toward the desk in the corner.

“Sit.”

I glanced between the two of them. “Why?”

“Because,” Paige said, crossing the room to pull the chair out slowly, “you’ve been bratty since sunrise, and since you clearly don’t need us today…” She motioned toward the chair. “You get to watch.”

My stomach flipped.

“You’re joking.”

Azzi smiled, too pleasant. “Nope. Blanket optional. Attitude not recommended.”

I huffed, arms folded tightly. “This is dramatic.”

“You are dramatic,” Paige countered, “but go on, keep pushing.”

I sat — mostly out of curiosity, but also because I knew the second I didn’t, they’d both double down. The chair was cold through my shorts, a little too upright. Distant. And that was the point.

Azzi leaned down, brushing her fingers under my chin. “Don’t pout. You’re still our girl.”

“Just not the one getting spoiled right now,” Paige added as she pulled Azzi toward the bed with that slow, knowing smile that made my stomach coil tighter than any cramp ever could.

I sat there, helpless in the corner, as they kissed slow and deep in the glow of the bedside lamp — and for once, I had no say in how this played out.

Paige gasped as Azzi’s hand slipped under her shirt, tweaking her nipple just before Paige dropped to her knees in front of me.

Her hands pushed Azzi’s legs apart, her mouth kissing up the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck, Princess,” Paige murmured.

“Missed how sweet you sound when you’re begging. Bet, y/n misses how wet she can get you,”

Azzi bit Paige’s neck lightly. “Let’s see how fast we can make her fold.”

They took each other apart. With me watching, helplessly.

Paige pinned Azzi’s wrists above her head as Paige with her free hand worked her strap in, slowly and deeply, Azzi’s legs wrapped around Paige’s waist.

I let out a groan, eyes fluttering, body aching for every touch they are giving each other.

“Feels good?” Paige whispered, trailing kisses down Azzi’s jaw.

She nodded helplessly. “Y-Yes—Paige —yes—”

Paige put the tip of her strap in, inching all the way in slowly but surely. They she pulled out just long enough for Azzi to whine about lack of fullness.

I barely had time to look away before Paige thrusts into Azzi, this time harder, deeper.

“Fuck—Paige —”

“Shh,” she said, kissing Azzi. “Take it. Baby show her what’s she’s missin.”

Paige took Azzi’s mouth, silencing her cries, while her fingers and played with her clit in tight, delicious circles.

Circles I wasn’t able to witness up close. Circles I wasn’t making to make her feel good.

At some point, they switch positions.

Paige held Azzi’s hips while

Slamming into her from behind, Azzi gasping as Paige’s strap hitting all the right spots.

Azzi arching her back but turns her head to face me with hooded eyes.

“You want it?” she teased.

I whimpered. Squeezing my thighs together tightly.

Paige’s grip tightened on Azzi’s hips. Then looks at me with an evil grin “She’s drooling.”

Azzi moaned. “Fuck, P, m’so full.”

I watched as Azzi moved her hips back on Paige’s strap as Paige reached around to rub her swollen, sensitive clit again.

I in that moment felt nothing but jealousy.

Cause I wanted to be Paige.

Or maybe I wanted to be Azzi.

In this moment I wanted both.

“Come on, baby,” Paige whispered. “Let go. Come all over me.”

And I watched her do so—harder than I ever seen before.

They collapsed into a tangle of limbs, sweat, and shaky breaths.

Once they’ve gathered composure Paige feet softly padding towards me with her had healed out.

“Mm, join us for cuddles.” She said pulling me up gently and tugging me to the bed with her.

I let out a sigh of content once I was sandwiched in between the both of them.

Azzi pulled me into her chest, kissing my forehead.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Even when you’re being cranky and mean.”

“I love you too,” I croaked.

Paige curled up behind me, her hand on my stomach, stroking softly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again.

Azzi kissed my shoulder. “We know. We’ll make it up to you once you’re in the clear for activities again.”

Eventually we fell asleep and had been for hours by the time I woke up.

I woke up warm — the good kind of warm. Not from a heating pad or cramps or internal chaos, but from the quiet, steady thrum of two bodies tucked close around mine.

Azzi’s arms were still wrapped around me from behind, her breath slow against the back of my neck. Paige’s hand rested low on my stomach, her fingers gently tracing lazy circles like she’d been doing it even in her sleep.

I blinked slowly, taking in the soft golden light of early evening filtering through the bedroom blinds. The sheets were kicked down to our waists. My head was resting on Azzi’s collarbone, Paige’s bare thigh tangled with mine.

And for the first time today, I didn’t feel like I was going to cry or bite someone.

Instead, I felt… clingy.

Like my body was still sore from cramp and my hormones were still doing the absolute most, but all I wanted now was to keep them close. Tangle up tighter. Maybe cry, but in a nice way this time.

Azzi stirred behind me. “You okay?” she murmured, voice low and a little gravelly from sleep.

I nodded, then turned my face into her skin. “Wanna do something with me.”

She kissed the top of my head without hesitation. “Anything.”

Paige hummed groggily, lifting her face from the pillow. “Mm… she better not be asking us to go outside.”

“No,” I said quickly, burrowing between them. “Just… bath. Please.”

Azzi was already sitting up, hair a sleepy mess. “Bath sounds good.”

“You just want an excuse to keep us naked longer,” Paige teased, but she was already stretching, her fuzzy robe slipping off one shoulder as she stood and started running the water.

By the time the tub was full, warm and steaming, I was practically glued to Azzi’s side. She stepped in first, settling down with a relaxed sigh before opening her arms for me to sink back against her. I fit there like I was meant to be, her thighs framing my hips as I settled in.

Paige slid in across from us, facing us, her legs brushing mine beneath the surface. Her cheeks were still a little pink from sleep, hair damp from the light mist clinging to the air. She looked like something out of a daydream. So did Azzi.

Azzi’s hands found my thighs underwater, her fingers pressing gentle circles into the tense muscles there. “Relax, baby,” she whispered. “Let us take care of you now.”

I exhaled slowly, the steam and the water and their presence washing over me all at once. Paige’s foot found mine beneath the surface, hooking around it lightly, grounding me.

Paige leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees. “Still mad at us?”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t really mad. Just… hormonally unhinged.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh behind me, kissing my damp shoulder. “We know.”

“I didn’t mean to be such a brat,” I added quietly, letting my head fall back against Azzi’s shoulder.

“We like your bratty side sometimes,” Paige said with a smirk. “Gives us an excuse to remind you how much you love us.”

I rolled my eyes, but it was soft. “I never forget.”

“Still,” Azzi murmured, dragging her fingers gently down my legs under the water, “it’s nice to remind you you’re safe. Loved. No matter what mood you’re in.”

I felt it in my chest, heavy and warm — that truth, that anchor. I let the bath hold me up, let their love wrap around me like the steam.

Paige shifted forward slightly, cupping water in her hands and letting it run down over my knees. “We should do this every month. Like… period pampering ritual.”

“You’re just saying that because you like baths,” I mumbled.

Azzi smiled against my neck. “We like you.”

I closed my eyes.

This… this was exactly what I needed. Not just cuddles or kisses or a bath. But them. Steady. Present. Even when I pushed, even when I snapped, even when I sulked like the world had wronged me because strawberries existed and cramps were evil.

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-Thank You For Reading!💚💙

-prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

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mischievous-thunder · 8 months ago

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formulaonecrumbs · 2 months ago

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omg what if oscar got his deadpanned nature all from his older sister and those two as they get older are always sarcastic together towards everything

my little echo

Oscar Piastri x older sister!reader

summary: oscar piastri slowly turns into a smaller, sassier version of his older sister. simply because he thinks she’s the coolest person alive.

warnings: sibling sarcasm, chaotic household, oscar being your mini-me

A/N: i love this au so much, well i love all of the older sister au’s but baby oscs got a soft spot in my heart. thank u for the request anon!! enjoy, sweet angel 🫶

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you’d barely gotten three steps into the kitchen before chaos greeted you like a warm, screechy welcome mat.

edie was standing on a chair yelling about how mae stole her diary. mae was yelling back that she didn’t, that she was just looking. hattie was stirring a pot of something violently on the stove, earbuds in and completely oblivious to the screaming behind her.

you just blinked. took a deep breath. leaned against the fridge and stared blankly at the wall.

“sounds peaceful,” oscar said from beside you, mirroring your stance, hands in the pockets of his hoodie like he’d been doing this for years.

you glanced at him — twelve, gangly, hair sticking up at odd angles — and raised one eyebrow. “tranquil, really. zen.”

“serene,” he added, nodding solemnly.

edie’s voice went up an octave and mae hurled a cushion across the room. it missed everyone and hit the dog.

you sighed. “we’re being punished for something.”

“you think mum cursed us for eating the good biscuits?”

“only logical explanation.”

he stood there, shoulder to shoulder with you, arms crossed and expression perfectly blank. and it hit you — not for the first time — how much he’d started to act like you. the timing. the tone. the subtle sarcasm. like he’d watched you handle the chaos a hundred times and decided, yeah. that’s how i’ll do it too.

it was kind of adorable. and also mildly terrifying.

“you know you’re turning into me, right?” you said, half a smile pulling at your mouth.

he shrugged. “there are worse people.”

“aw,” you teased. “is that love i hear?”

“don’t ruin it.”

you tousled his hair. he didn’t fight you, just scowled and smoothed it back in a very you kind of way.

he even sighed like you.

“you’re like a little clone,” you said, grinning. “my echo.”

“your taller echo,” he muttered, smug.

“barely. and watch your attitude, or i’ll make you be the one to tell edie that mae drew hearts around her crush’s name.”

he blanched. “i’ll do the dishes instead.”

“wise choice.”

nicole passed through the doorway, gave you both a look. “if you’re standing there judging everything again, go take the bins out.”

you and oscar, in perfect, practiced unison:

“wouldn’t dream of it.”

“not at all.”

she rolled her eyes. “you’re raising a monster.”

“i’m raising a legend,” you said proudly, clapping a hand on oscar’s shoulder.

he stood a little taller.

and as the house swirled with noise and crashing and the smell of something mildly burning, the two of you remained side by side — still, dry, unfazed — a matching set.

THE END :>

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